My head bobs as I fix my eyes on him. Pleased with my submission, he repeats, “Are you this wet for me, Kaeli?”
“Yes, yes,” I croak.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “Now, do you know what good girls get?”
“No,” I utter on a breathy moan.
“Good girls get rewarded, Feather.” With that, he dives right in and laps up my juices as if it’s his holy water. He drinks it like he’s been parched for it, dying for it. He eats me out like redeeming himself and seekingsalvation.
And me? I’m a mere vessel for him to do with, for him to use as he pleases.
His tongue plunges between my slick folds without prior warning, and his thumb presses into my clit, heightening my pleasure and reducing me into a greedy, desperate mess.
Curling his tongue skillfully to touch that spot that has me curling my toes and massaging my bundle of nerves, he gives it all to coax pleasure out of me.
My hand shoots out and clutches his hair in a death grip as I shamelessly gyrate my core on his mouth like a cat in heat. He groans against my pussy in gratification, sending a full-body vibration from my head to my toes.
Too far gone, my hips buck, chasing the much-needed pleasure, working on the knot tightening in my belly, begging for release. His hand splays out over my waist, and he presses my body down, suppressing my motion as it hinders his feast.
“Look at you, a writhing mess for me,” he grunts, his words making my pussy quake.
“Yes, please,” my words filling the room with the sound of my loud moans.
With far too much effort, I tilt my head to lookat him devouring my cunt when his dark eyes connect with mine over my mound, as he continues to lap at my juices. The glimpse of him so consumed in consuming me is enough to bring me the orgasm.
He goes ahead and inserts his fingers right between my slippery walls. The combination of his intense and heated gaze on me, and his tongue and fingers in my pussy, along with his filthy words, makes me shoot like a fucking rocket. “Come for me, Feather. Drown me in your cum.”
My head falls back, and my eyes screw shut. My knuckles whitening as they clutch his hair and the bed sheet as I come with a breathy cry of his name on my lips like a prayer, “Oh my God! Ezra!”
“That’s right, Feather. I’m your God, Devil, and everything in between,” his husky, smug voice penetrates the veil of my climax-induced coma.
His thick fingers and silky tongue help me ride my high as he continues to thrust them in my pussy. Then, I surprise even myself and come again, and I don’t stop.
Ezra groans as soon as he realizes that and slurps my cum even faster, cleaning me up withhis skillful mouth. “God! Look at this greedy cunt, gushing like a faucet left open, squirting like a filthy pussy and drowning me.”
I think I should be embarrassed that I squirted, but all I can feel is a rush of exhilaration and pride at his words, making me whimper.
Finally, when my orgasm subsides, and he cleans me up with his tongue alone, he climbs over me, placing his hands on both sides of my head.
With barely any strength left in my limbs, I try and fail to reach his lips for a kiss. And that doesn’t escape his notice as a devilish, smug grin spreads over his lips as they glisten with my release. He leans down, grabs my neck, and kisses me for me, his tongue swiping right in.
I feel my musky taste in the kiss, and I finally lift my hands and pull his face impossibly closer when his wet boxers brush against my thigh.
Startled and more than a little confused, I pull back from the kiss as he greedily follows. When he fails, he glares at me with his brows furrowed. “What?”
I don’t even know how to ask, but I do, “You…You came in your underwear?”
This time, his brows touch his hairline, “Don’tblame me! Have you looked at yourself? Have you looked at how fucking gorgeous you look in nothing but my hoodie as you squirt like the fucking champion you are, Kaeli?”
Blush creeps from my neck to my cheeks at his weird way of complimenting. Still, I apologize for it with a wince. “Yeah, sorry about squirting.”
Instead of accepting my apology like a gentleman, he growls at me like an animal, “Don’t fucking dare apologize for something sofucking sexy, Feather.”
Stunned and not sure how to reply, I nod. “O…Okay.”
“Good girl.”
God! Why the fuck do I like it when he calls me that?
